1000s of selves

Lying stagnant until called upon

There are 1000s of selves

Not one cohesive unit of reaction

But multiple identities wrapped up in one

Waiting for the opportunity to greet

And be seen.

It’s rather scary that there may be a new self

That is uncovered is the new territories

What if I don’t like them

What if I I don’t like me.

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